(just telling you now going to timeskip)

By morning, Bruce was pulling on a new shirt along with his boots. He grabbed his jacket and put it on, he stretched his back protesting and popping with the movement. He rolled his shoulders, he sighed he didn't want to face today and that was being honest with himself. Though he knew he had to, he already knew the humans weren't trying to protect themselves anymore. They wanted the vamps and lycans gone, that's why this war had gone on for so long because they wanted all of the people that weren't normal gone. He went to the bathroom, to see that sturdy face looking back at him. He looked at himself for a few minutes, he sighed letting the water in his hands his face allowing it to wake him up more.